The old aristocratic family of Changling had to support too many people in their family, and they were used to spending money on weekdays. Once they declined, they lost the pillars in the temple, and the speed of decline was often beyond people's imagination.
The old Nie clan is the best example.
The Nie family used to be the strongest family under the Gongsun family in Changling, and once held the military power of the Great Qin Dynasty, but when they completely lost power and Nie Rang, the strongest practitioner in the family, also fell, the Nie family fell at an alarming speed.
All parties in the clan tried to sell their properties one after another. In just a few months, some of the Nie family's astonishingly valuable antiques and even things that were extremely useful to practitioners were sold out, leaving only a huge Nie garden.
Even the Nie Garden, the house that looked after the garden was also guarded and stolen, and vehicles were stolen every day and night. In the end, not only the rare plants and trees were stolen, but even some exquisite stone statues were excavated.
Many of the stone carvings and wood carvings used for decoration by many wealthy families in Changling now come from the former Nie Garden.
Although the Zhou family, who were also the old family of Changling, did not completely disappear like the old Nie family, the situation is not good.
The carriage carrying Ding Ning and others stopped outside the ink garden of the Zhou family. Ding Ning and others got out of the carriage and saw the surrounding scenery was bleak. Even many black tiles on the wall of the ink garden were broken and wormwood grew. The mud below was exposed.
Looking beyond the high gray courtyard walls into the ink garden, some pavilions and pavilions in the depths of the ink garden have also been mottled in color, many paints have peeled off, and some cracked beams and columns have not been replaced.
Although Xie Changsheng is young, he has heard countless times about the splendor and luxury of Changling's old nobles in the past. He knows that these old nobles were even more prominent than the current princes and princes. There's no comparison to Fuja's home. He sighed sincerely: "If we really want to completely repair this place, it seems that tens of thousands of gold is not enough."
Zhou Yunhai in front of him smiled slightly when he heard the words, and said: "If you are willing to give more, I will not refuse."
This was obviously a joke, but Xie Changsheng nodded and said with a smile: "If I can really get a lot of benefits from the freehand fragments, maybe my sister and my father will be happy and repair the entire ink garden maybe."
"Then I hope my nephew has enough opportunities to realize some principles of cultivation." Zhou Yunhai also smiled and said.
However, in his heart, he said contemptuously, with you, a bumpkin in Guanzhong, what else can you see in a day
The ancient trees in the ink garden are shaded, and the sunlight penetrates through the branches and leaves in bunches, forming large and small light spots on the bluestone road below, which looks quiet and artistic.
After really entering this ink garden and walking in such a way, I understand why most of the pavilions have not been repaired for many years.
Because the walls, pillars, and eaves of most pavilions and pavilions are carved with jade, pastel flowers and birds, and gold and silver as decorations. Many paints are even extremely precious gemstone powder paint, or extremely rare overseas mica shell powder paint. Even today, the luxury is beyond the limit that ordinary people can imagine.
If you use ordinary decorative materials, it will not match up, it is better to make it old, but you can feel the vicissitudes of time, and the past is only grand.
Like all the private gardens of the old clans in Changling, the Mo Garden occupies an extremely large area, bypassing a man-made hill in the garden, the scenery in front of everyone's eyes has changed, everything seems to have become completely black and white .
Black chrysanthemums, black trees, white grass... All the strange plants and trees planted in front of them are actually pure black and white, deep and shallow black and white.
Seeing this pure black and white, Xue Wangxu let out a sigh, and then said calmly to Zhou Yunhai: "Sure enough, hearing the fragments of freehand brushwork in the ink garden of the Zhou family is not as good as seeing it, so I will stop here. Find a place to prepare a pot of hot tea for me."
Zhou Yunhai said respectfully: "In that case, I will accompany Dongzhu Xue to the Yunhai Pavilion on the top of the mountain to have a rest. That is my study, and I can see most of the ink garden."
After saying this, he signaled Zhou Xinyi to take Ding Ning and the others to move on. At the same time, he walked to Xue Wangxu's side, slowly releasing the gentle vitality of heaven and earth from his body, and supported Xue Wangxu.
Sensing the extremely pure heaven and earth vitality emanating from Zhou Yunhai, Xie Changsheng's face turned serious, but he couldn't understand it, so he couldn't help asking: "I haven't seen the fragments of the freehand scroll yet, why did Cave Master Xue say freehand?" Is it true that hearing the fragments is not as good as seeing them?”
Ding Ning glanced at him, didn't say anything, but calmly walked a few steps forward.
Watching his movements, Zhou Xinyi's eyes flickered violently for a few times, but finally there was a bit of fear and admiration in the depths of his pupils.
Not only Xie Changsheng, Zhang Yi, Nangong Caishu, Shen Yi, and Xu Heshan's eyes widened to the extreme at the same time.
Not even a slight movement, not even a breeze, but Ding Ning's body has become absolutely black and white.
His clothes, body hair and skin, where the original dark color suddenly deepened and turned black, and the original bright color turned white.
"So the black and white here are not real colors?"
Xie Changsheng made a sound in a daze, and he finally realized that the black and white here were just impregnated with some kind of aura, like the power of the magic circle, causing changes in light and color.
After walking a few steps, Zhou Xinyi, who passed Ding Ning who had stopped, turned into absolute black and white, turned around at this time, glanced at him, and said indifferently: "How do you know that black and white are not the original colors? Is the color you see not false?"
Ding Ning's brow furrowed imperceptibly.
In fact, what Zhou Xieyi said at this moment has some truth, but it is obviously impossible for Zhou Xieyi to understand it so deeply. He just said such words at this moment just to make Xie Changsheng more confused and his thoughts more confused.
His eyes flickered, and he wanted to say something, but he held back first.
It was difficult for Nangong Caishu and the others to calm down.
Just now what Xue Wangxu said, he seems to have seen the fragments of the freehand scrolls directly. Could it be that... the changes in Qi mechanism here are all caused by the fragmentary freehand scrolls
It's just a fragment of scroll, just like a large magic circle, causing such changes.
No wonder even those supreme figures wanted to take a look at this freehand fragment.
Zhou Xieyi continued to move forward, every time he stepped down, a puff of black and white smoke rose from the ground, it looked like walking in a picture scroll, which was extremely unreal.
On his black and white face, there was an involuntary look of arrogance.
Even though I have entered here countless times for enlightenment, every path is familiar enough to walk with my eyes closed, but every time I enter, I still feel amazing.
Xie Changsheng's eyes widened to the extreme again.
In front of him, countless rivers and distant mountains appeared, with appropriate shades, making them look incomparably distant and magnificent.
How could the Zhou Family Ink Garden occupy such a large area
This was the first word that appeared in his mind, but when Zhou Xinyi stopped walking in the first place, he suddenly woke up.
That is the freehand brushwork.
In the black and white brilliance, an ancient temple slowly appeared.
The whole wooden ancient temple is soaked in thick ink like ink jade.
There is no decoration in the ancient hall, only a crystal wall stands on the stone floor in the center.
This crystal wall is made of two pieces of extremely thin crystals, and in the middle of the inside is a fragment of a scroll that is more than one foot long and only a few feet high.
He, Nangong Caishu and the others were once again shocked and speechless.
Zhou Xieyi was a little surprised, the eyebrows were raised unconsciously, but Ding Ning's expression was still very calm.
"This is the freehand scroll of our Zhou family. You can comprehend it by yourself, but remember not to touch the crystal wall, otherwise the restriction will be enough to kill any practitioner under the five realms." He said slowly.
Hearing such a voice, Xie Changsheng already subconsciously took two steps. He immediately wanted to see the whole picture of the fragmented scroll and see what was painted on it.
However, just scanning the fragmented scroll with his eyes, his breathing became disordered in an instant.
Countless deep and shallow mountains, among them the far and near rivers, seemed to be pressing towards him in an instant. For an instant, he only felt his head was dizzy. When he closed his eyes in shock, he found that he was looking at the whole scroll He didn't have any impression, he couldn't remember what was painted on the scroll, and he didn't even have a memory of where the scroll was broken.
"how so?"
Nangong Caishu and others felt the same way.
If it is said that they can't see any lines in it, the meaning and meaning of any ink marks, they can still understand, but now that the picture scroll is in front of them, they can't see the content at all. After reading it, they forget it. If they can't remember, they can't understand.
A group of people looked at each other, only to see Ding Ning watching in a daze, very calm.
Ding Ning can see the contents here, can he see anything
Everyone had doubts in their hearts, but seeing Ding Ning's engrossed look, everyone felt that they could not make a sound, took a deep breath, and looked intently again.
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Ding Ning calmly looked at the freehand scroll in front of him.
This is a practice classic that he knows, but has never had the chance to read before.
In the past, the Zhou family, in order to resist some of the people they hated the most from entering the garden to view scriptures, even expressed the meaning of burning jade and stone, and did not hesitate to destroy this remnant scroll. In the end, the group of people at that time made concessions in order to pass on the treasures of the world of practitioners.
In fact, whether it is the Minshan Sword Sect or the Lingxu Sword Sect, it is the same for him. If he really knows his identity, even if he is an exterminated sect, he will definitely not let him see any secret codes that are extremely useful to him .
There was a hint of emotion deep in his calm eyes.
Countless deep and shallow Mo Mountains and Mo Rivers also pressed towards him in an instant.
It's just that he didn't "see" these Mo mountains and Mo rivers at all. These Mo mountains and Mo rivers seemed to fly over his body, and then collapsed behind him.
His perception doesn't care about the aura emanating from the most original lines at all, he just looks at the most original lines.
So the picture scroll in his sight is completely different from what the people around him see.
What he saw was a yellowed and fragmented scroll, on the rough straw pulp paper, only two mountains were actually painted.
One is thick and the other is light.
There are a few white clouds floating over the top of the mountain.
In front of the two mountains, there is a big river flowing.
The upper right corner of the painting is missing, so the light mountain is missing a corner, and the big river is missing a section.
Hundreds of ink lines of different shades, or sword intent, or runes, formed such a picture.